#happy maedhros

[unavidas]

exploring the sons of Feanor designs

From top left to bottom right: Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Curufin, Caranthir, Amrod, & Amras.

#not 100% happy with all of these but I needed to get them out of my system #I want to work on Maglor especially #my art #silm #fan art #the silmarillion #feanorians #sons of feanor #tolkien #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #curufin #caranthir #amrod #amras #amrod and amras #digital art #jirt #lotr #these are actually from like last year but I forgot to post them whoops

[thesummerestsolstice]

By the time Elrond leaves for Gil-Galad's camp, he's also been handling most of the healing at Amon Ereb for years. Few of the Feanorians can heal any more, bloodstained as they are, and even as a youth, it's clear that Elrond is remarkably talented at it.

Many of the Feanorians use sleeping draughts. Some of them, especially the former thralls, are plagued by nightmares. Maglor and Maedhros are so burnt out by the oath at this point that they can barely sleep at all.

Elrond is the one who mixes the medicine, quietly in the little room they've started calling the apothecary. No one watches. He gathers most of his own herbs too, from the gardens inside the fortress or the decaying land around it– no one goes with him, because the elves will be noticed by Morgoth's forces and attacked, but somehow, Elrond always slips by unnoticed.

Elrond leaves to get supplies. Elrond comes back. Elrond makes the sleeping draught, every afternoon. Maglor and Maedhros– and plenty of others– drink it without question every evening. They wake up the next morning, and there Elrond is, smiling and asking how they slept.

To most of the Feanorians, who've already started whispering about Elrond's kindness, this doesn't seem strange.

But Maedhros wonders. Maedhros knows that it would be near impossible to tell if the herbal draught had been tampered with. Maedhros knows that many of the herbs around Amon Ereb are poisonous, even lethal. Maedhros knows that the forested lands around Amon Ereb, sick as they are, would gladly shelter Elrond and Elros all the way to Gil-Galad's camp.

Maedhros knows all these things. What he doesn't know is why. Why Elrond stays, why Elrond helps them. And part of him– the part worn down by everything that's already happened to him– is suspicious of that. But he still takes the sleeping draught every night. And Elrond is still there every morning. And Maedhros never quite works up the courage to ask.

#silmarillion #silm headcanons #elrond #elrond peredhel #eldritch peredhel #maedhros #maglor #amon ereb #kidnap fam #but not the happy fluffy kind #tell me if this needs a content warning #I believe that Maedhros cared deeply about Elrond #I do not necessarily believe that Maedhros ever really understood many of Elrond's actions #or the role he'd played in Elrond's life

[aotearoa20]

In my brain the entire house of Fëanor in Valinor pre everything going wrong has a strong “I love that you love what you do’ dynamic with each other. 

Maedhros practises his speeches on obscure legislature while modelling for Nerdanel while she listens intently. She’s completely lost and completely invested, interrupting him only once to ask he keep his hand up a little higher.

Celegorm discussing with Fëanor late into the night about the grammatical structure of the language of rabbits and how it affects their hierarchical structures. Everything he’s saying sort of scratches the part of Fëanor’s brain still hung up on his linguistics hyperfixations way back when.

Caranthir knows nothing about musical theory but after hearing Maglor complaining about all the way through breakfast about this tune he just can’t get right, his math brain is like ‘the rhythm is off’ and Maglor has to switch on his music brain to translate but then is like “Valar above! I was using a mismatched time signature”

Curufin patiently sitting through Amras’ tea tasting test from random leaves he’s foraged while hunting. Amrod patiently waiting as Curufin halts his cartography expedition because “Ambraussa LOOK silver deposits!!”

Just like, the Noldorin meraki was strong in that family. They may not understand what it is so interesting about each others Things but they totally get being excited about a Thing so they happily listen to an info dump on rocks when they know their tirade on fabric pigments was up next,

#just some thoughts #silm headcanons #sons of feanor #feanor #nerdanel #maedhros #maglor #curufin #celegorm #caranthir #amrod and amras #🔆 #noldor #years of the trees #I just want them to be happy

[hobbitofgallifrey-art]

Has anyone else drawn the Maedhros with war moose thing yet?

Edit - inspo post

#maedhros #silmarillion #silmarillion fanart #moose #digital art #my art #was going to do a battle scene but #that would be too many figures and I need more practice before doing that #really happy with this more illustrative colouring style though I'll have to work with it more #need to get back into drawing regularly

[adwendoodles]

Finally tried to draw the eagle rescue scene, cinematic style

#silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #russingon #i actually saved progress pics from this bc i realized... i made so many mistakes #but also now i know a bit what to work on and practice #so #so!! #im happy #even tho i sorta just shrugged and gave up in the end #thats why there's a light halo around fingons hand that makes no senseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee #oh well

[stitcherofchaos]

On The Matter of Oaths

...Specifically on the oath of Feanor.

Tolkien was a catholic, so how do catholics believe oaths work?

Let me explain: If you use the name of God in an oath that forces you to sin (ie, murder, lying, adultery... etc) that makes the oath automatically invalid due to the contents of the oath forcing you to sin. It is- of course- still a sin because you used the name of God in a blasphemous manner, but the oath you made is not binding.

Oaths are only valid if they do not force you to sin and if they are said with 100% knowledge of what you are promising in the first place. Think of wedding vows or vows taken by those in holy orders.

The tragedy in the Silmarillion is the fact that the oath was in vain the whole time, which is why all the Feanor's sons died brutally, Maedhros took his life, and Maglor 'mourned himself to death' essentially.

#the silmarillion #maedhros #maglor #curufin #celegorm #caranthir #amrod #amras #feanor #feanorians #sons of feanor #nerdanel #tolkien #If I get hate for stating correlating facts- I'm going to lose it #and yes maglor died #that's no an opinion either #I think tolkien said that the last sons of feanor were destroyed by the oath (ie killed) in one of his letters #also this fact has a potential happy ending for the sons of feanor #at least the ones who humble themselves and repent in the halls of mandos #now that's an opinion #also that's the reason why The Dead Men of Dunharrow were cursed #they said their oath out of loyalty and good will but abandoned it when things became too 'difficult'

[drxconart]

More of my boys!

#silmarillion #the silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #russingon #house of finwe #they are so happy

[aureentuluva70]

There's something so unbelievably heartbreaking and tragic that I don't see touched upon a lot, and it's the thought of Fingon going to save Maedhros and renewing his friendship with him while also having to deal with the fact that precisely because of that his relationship with his brother Turgon has been completely shattered.

Turgon never fully forgave the Feanorians for what they did, and he still holds them accountable for the deaths of so many of his kin, his own wife and younger brother included. And then Fingon, after all they had endured on the Helcaraxë, runs off without a single word and comes back bearing in his arms who Turgon believes to be his wife and brother's killer.

Perhaps some of his anger was eased after learning that Maedhros had not in fact helped burn the ships, but you can't tell me that it made it hurt any less for Turgon-who probably feels as though he has been violently punched in the stomach-to see Fingon come back with their eldest cousin in his arms like its nothing.

Because now Turgon is probably convinced that Fingon did this because he simply never cared for Turgon as much as he did for Maedhros. Fingon would sacrifice everything for Maedhros but not for Turgon; would literally kill and did kill for Maedhros but not for his own little brother; would follow Maedhros to the ends of the earth but never him, and Turgon who is still grieving takes this one moment as indisputable proof.

And poor Fingon, who must have been painfully aware of what Turgon's reaction would be, can only try and fails to convince Turgon that no, that's not true. But Turgon utterly refuses to listen to what he has to say. And after that they just seem to drift apart. Turgon goes to Vinyamar, then later Gondolin, and Aredhel and Idril go with him, and Fingon wonders if this was the price that had to be paid, that by saving and renewing his friendship with Maedhros and bringing about centuries of peace he has to lose his friendship with his own brother.

Fingon doesn't regret going to save Maedhros. He loves Maedhros and not even when he sees the tapestries in the Halls of Mandos of Maedhros's wicked deeds does he regret it(though it still brought him much grief) But there's still a sadness, a sorrow there, that seemingly by saving one of his old friends, he had to lose the trust and faith of another.

#These two. These two just break me #I love these two and their messy complicated relationship #and I hope they hugged and cried it out in Mandos and live reborn and happy in Valinor #because they deserve it #we know so much less about their relationship compared to Fingon and Maedhros #-which is a whole tragedy in and of itself- #but there HAD to have been a lot of love there. I refuse to believe otherwise. #Turgon #Fingon #Maedhros #Silmarillion #Tolkien

[lamemaster]

The Soulless One (Part 2)

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Genre: happy ending (Yay!)

Word Count: 2k-ish

Summary: Giving away your soul for a bloody battle? Pfft, you were fucking in for good.

AN: I tried. I'm sorry. Can we just ignore the cannon fea dynamics and roll with this? Please 🥹

Part 1 |

You pin him to the bed that creaked dangerously for an Elven creation. "Is this not enough?" You pull him closer by his collar. "These stupid braids, talking in riddles elegantly like you wanted, enchanting eyes, birthmarks right under my lips, and for so long I haven't allowed a damned curse to fall on these lips." And for once you can hear his heart clearer than ever. A skip in his beat that your human senses couldn't have caught.

But your own heart beats louder than him. "Is this not enough? Do you know how uncomfortable it is to dwell in a body my soul can never accept? And you...you never came looking for me. Did you not feel a pull in your soul?" You hold back the tightness behind your eyes that threatens to spill your tears at any given moment. "What else must I do my lord?"

Much to your annoyance, he stays quiet. And then it happens. In a flick of the moment your fist meets his cheek and you stare at the elf beneath you. A blooming bruise covers his face and a throbbing pain pulses in your fist. "Fuck!" You bunch up your gowns and rush out of the room which to run back to, just to drop ointment before running to your grandmother.

“I messed up,” you follow behind Melian who seems to be taken by the task of watering the garden, uncaring of your heart’s inner turmoil. “Can you hear me grandmother?!” You snatch her watering can blocking her path. 

“You did nothing wrong,” Melian replies with her unnervingly wise eyes boring into your soul. “Son of Feanor needed that wake-up call.” Of course, she knew! Nothing escaped your grandmother’s eyes. 

“I punched him!” Now you were not the one to not trust Melian, you weren’t repeating your grandfather’s mistakes. “How could he be fine with that? He probably thinks I am the same old brute.” You, much to your annoyance, find yourself watering the plants in her steed.

Melian had always known your truth. The half-human soul in your body that clung to the memories of your past life and your entanglement to the eldest son of Feanor. 

Perhaps, your soul that matched that of her daughter’s endeared you to her. Or maybe it was just a simple fondness for her grandchild. But you saw it in her gaze, a longing unfulfilled by you. Luthien Tinuviel lived in her mother’s eyes even ages past. 

Even now, parts of Tinuviel remain as your grandmother shakes her head fondly, “Nothing ever is unchanged honey, even the winds that brush the shores come back bearing brine in them. So how is it that you expect yourself and Maedhros to remain unchanged?” Plucking a swaying Lavender your grandmother tucks it behind your ear. “Love will come to you, General. Have faith.” Like a prophecy, her words imprint themselves on your heart.

Jumping into the blazing pits of his end, Maedhros had expected agony worthy of his crimes. It was supposed to be an end deserving of the likes of him. He did not wish for an existence beyond repenting the crimes of his acts. It was fitting for someone like him.

Yet, surrounded by devouring flames of his own choice, Maedhros felt nothing but a soothing stillness. It was wrong. He reached out his hand to feel the burn only for the cool sensation to ward off the flames with his movement. 

He knew. He had known it all along. Even in death, his General would stand by him. A soul so fierce that even the flames of Earth’s chasm could not diminish it. 

That could be the reason that Maedhros smiles softly before he closes his eyes. In the end, you found him. No…you’ve always had him. It is now that he can accept it free of the burdens of his life. 

Surrounded by you, Maedhros closes his eyes. His death is easy. It is most peaceful. He is undeserving of it. But it is a present he accepts. A courting present, he has accepted ages later after it was offered.

All that is left is to relay his reply. To tell you, that he is yours.

Reborn, Maedhros finds himself in the land of bliss. Surrounded by his brothers, mother, cousins. All who marvel at his recovery from a death so painful. 

He returns with a complete soul and a remaining fragment of you, that made it to his rebirth. All he has to do is wait. Maedhros awaits your return. Something that will come to pass no matter what. Because his General, never backs from promises. 

And when you do return, he will kneel to you and beg for the affection you once vowed to him. He will offer his heart, his soul, and his body which is now unmarred from the scars of the past. 

But what Maedhros did not expect was to encounter you, on the shores of Alquanlonde, dressed in finery, speaking with the tact of a skillful diplomat.

A form brighter than any other. The radiance of Maia blood was not unhidden. Such was to be expected of the daughter of Daeron, and the granddaughter of Melian herself. He knew it to be you, yet you were so different from the General of his past. 

His heart stutters at the first instance of your eyes meeting his. But he looks away from the glimmer of recognition in your eyes. Even the fragment of your soul, he possesses seems to remember its owner.

But Maedhros’ heart drowns in the waves of dilemma. 

His love for the General was warm, cozy, humble despite its depth. Yet, the person who now stood before him was different. 

His own words of the past where he jested with you, revolve in his mind.-

"Someone more refined perhaps…Someone who restrains from cursing after every other word…Enchanting eyes, long braided hair, a beauty mark or two placed by their lips, elegant nose, supple lips-".

He remembers them well. And it was as if, his General had taken every single word and made it real. 

But he is no longer worthy of a love like that. He wasn’t worthy back then and he isn’t now. A sinister part of his heart had bargained your human imperfections as a bargain for his own insecurities.

But now that too was lost to him. 

That is why he reigns his heart and lowers his eyes from you. At war with his own desires, he avoids, the one he had promised to confess to.

He does well until you find him.

It is then that he sees the spark of the past. His General who pinned him to bed, who cursed, whose hands were no less than ones of Tulkas' Maia.

His General, who does not remember to offer him ointment despite even as she rushes out of his room embarrassed.

You almost cringe when Maedhros shows up in front of you with a bruise on his face. Why were you heavy-handed even as an elven princess was beyond you…but when he asks for a private conversation you, follow him thinking of ways you could make up for how you had treated him.

Trying to ignore the wayward vine that rested on Maedhor’s head, you prepared to apologize as you should have done hours ago. Closing your eyes you push yourself in a bow, “Iamsorryishoudn’t-” your words pause when Maedhros’ speech interrupts you. And for once you let him speak as you straighten from your bow.

“I did not want you to ever think that my love for you is a result of this form or beauty.” Maedhros sighs. “I may have said things…but I loved you back then, and I love you now. How can I not love you?” He chuckles as if the thought was of fleeting mirth to him. 

“A woman reckless enough to give her soul to me, how could I not give her my heart?” His hand tentatively cups your face and you let him. “I was scared that my acceptance of this form would undermine the General. That it would make you feel less about the woman I have loved. But that is not true. And hurting you was never my intent.” His eyes look down in shame, you never intended to subject him to his hand falling down from where it rested on your cheek. 

“I let you die without ever caring for you. I have been nothing but selfish in return for your selfless affection. I treated you poorly for a crime you never committed. I always desired you but never held myself accountable to be worthy of being desired by you. Even now my heart is full of cowardice. Despite vowing to wait for you, I could not even summon the courage to look you in the eyes once I found you.” much to your surprise, the mountain of an elf kneels at your feet with his head bowed to the ground. “I am flawed. Greedy and self-serving even in my love. How can I ever ask more of you?” His hands fall emptily next to him in defeat. 

“Maedhros,” you try your best to avoid an overly sentimental choked up voice. Instead you crouch next to him gripping his slumped shoulders, that seemed unnatural for someone as prideful as him.“You are a fucking fool of an elf.” You tilt up his chin and look into his eyes. “Since when did love become a trade? When did it become so tangible as to weigh it in our actions?” Your thumb caresses the tilt of his jaw as you find yourself spilling all that had been left in your heart. 

“Even as a human General, I knew that my love for you was enough. I did not need to measure it with sweet gestures or sickeningly sweet words. I knew that I was born to love you and on the battlefield, I found out that I would die to love you. It is a fate I have chosen of my free will.” It is not for the first time that you marvel at the innate Elven skill to make up the poetic declarations out of most simple conversations. 

“I have forced the hand of doom itself to join me to you. So who are you to deny me?” You could not stop the smug smirk forming on your face. Arrogance, too perhaps was an Elven trait. 

Like an obedient pup, Maedhros sits in front of you, leaning into the touch of your palm. “You make me into a pathetic elf, General,” much to your surprise Maedhros’ voice cracks as you swiftly wipe the tears on his face. “But I am nothing but an absolute wretch without you. How unfair is that.” With a broken sob, your beloved pulls you into a hug.

And by the fragrant gardens of your grandma’s palace, you found love again. While being pretty sure, that she could very well be listening to your idiotic words but you allowed it. She deserved the show after being a part of it. 

And that is how, you a General from the East, became the first one to create a soulmate of your choice.

#the silmarillion #tolkien elves #silmarillion x reader #maedhros #maedhros x reader #angst #happy ending #please ignore the cannon

[nightie-after-midnight]

i'm done working on this

behold, some maemags, as promised

and my last work for @maedhrosmaglorweek

no day this time, just wanted to draw the boys

#my art #maedhros #maglor #when is it their turn to be happy? #maemags #the silmarillion

[maviacomic]

A Tolkien incorrect Valentines card for @sauroff

💕❤️‍🔥💘

#my art #the silmarillion #maedhros #maitimo #was tall to begin with and then probably stretched out even more #my fav sad bastard #Tolkien #sketch #happy valentine's day #valentines

[seanoridraws]

Some kidnapped fam for the winter season

#kidnap dads #lotr #silmarillion #maedhros #maglor #elrond peredhel #elros tar minyatur #elrond and elros #family painting? #maedhros may not look it but he’s happy to have a painting of his kids and Maglors just happy the twins behaved

[that-angry-noldo]

The ship was being rocked by the waves.

It was a simple thing, far from the last ship Maedhros has sailed in, but it was more than enough. The air around him smelled of salt and was pleasantly damp, and the sky above glimmered with thousands of stars.

Maedhros inhaled. It was a new thing - to feel the world around him so closely, so phisycally, so intimately; he missed the tangitibility of physical things in the Halls, when he got well enough to miss something, to long for something. The waves splashed quietly. Maedhros lied on his back and closed his eyes.

Far, far a way, a familiar presence twinkled like a star. Maedhros reached to it with all his mind and being, and felt the answer touching his own soul reassuringly; wavy and shifting like the Sea, but it was there, and it was familiar - and so, so dear to him.

Maedhros' soul wept when it could not find his brother's between the countless tapestries in the Halls; Maedhros has rejoiced when he learned his brother was spared his fate. Death was an escape, the one Maedhros had to pay costly for; but life, he knew, costed Makalaurë even more greatly. He had looked for him in the Gardens of Irmo and found nothing but the whisper of wind from the Sea; tried asking about him from his uncle and found nothing but apologetic words.

But Makalaurë was there, soft and steady, and Maedhros only had to find him.

The word came from Uinen; a word from the world far beyond, from the grey shores. Your brother greets you, she had said; he is glad to welcome you back. Maedhros had asked a lot, then; listened as long as he could, of his brother's wanders, and the laments he composed, and the little hut he built - and Uinen had not denied him.

She told of instruments he crafted, and children in a village he loved; told of salves made to treat the burn on his hand, which was slowly fading away, and of stray hound he housed. He had lived, and suffered, and found healing, she said; and now, he is ready to return.

Maedhros built his ship by himself.

It was a long, slow process, carried under his uncle's watchful eye and instructions and under Teleri's suspicious gazes. It took months, too long and too little simultaneously; and each day filled Maedhros' heart with a newfound joy, and each day, he reached to his brother's spirit in greeting.

Makalaurë never refused him, never shut him off; only reached out, steady and sea-like, in confident promise: I will wait for you. You will find me.

The Valar permitted him to sail, and ever Maedhros felt Ulmo's watchful gaze and Ossë's wary presence around him, but the Sea has not refused him. The currents carried his little ship, and the winds were gentle and steady, and the stars shone peacefully above his head.

Maedhros closed his eyes. Far away, he felt his brother smile, and start the fire in the hearth.

(for @thelordofgifs, number one m&m appreciator and a beloved mutual :)

#maedhros #maglor #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #:) this makes me happy

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Dear authors, prohibition does not work. If you refuse to let your gay characters kiss in the canon, fanfiction writers will, in fact, write them making out in every single scene. Yin Yang and all that.

#Guess who’s been reading russingon fics #It’s either tragic slow burn or ‘by the way that’s the high king banging his husband in full view of everyone’ #But honestly this holds true for all fandoms #Every story has a happy ending; the happy ending is tumblr #and that’s the funniest part #Anyway #russingon #maedhros #maitimo #findekano #nelyafinwe #maitimo nelyafinwe #Fingon #Silm #silm fandom #the silm fandom #the silmarillion #silmarillion #tolkien

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Modern AU kidnap family

Maedhros and Maglor are high up in the mob. They kidnap Elrond and Elros for leverage over Earendil and Elwing.

Elwing leaves town and cuts off contact before she can hear exactly what she's being extorted into.

Maedhros and Maglor aren't going to actually abuse the boys if they can't give orders to the parents - that would just be cruelty for it's own sake.

But they sign Elrond and Elros up gymnastics and children's karate. Every time the boys fall during practice, Maedhros takes pictures so "we can track how well you're healing, in case you need a doctor". He posts the pics online tagged only "my kids are so clumsy", faces carefully cropped out so the police algorithms won't spot them. The message history of that account is obviously him though, if anyone knows about Maedhros's mob position. He links the photos on any message boards Elwing might be reading.

Maedhros sends links to the whole forum to Earendil's email as well from a burner account, so Earendil will have to wade through dozens of irrelevant pages while getting more and desperate for word of the twins. (Maglor got Earendil's email from the family group emails that Anaire still sends out for everyone's birthdays.)

Maybe if Earendil thinks his sons are being abused, he'll actually be motivated to take up his part in the family business, if only to save them.

#kidnap dads #silmarillion #silm #my fic #child abuse cw #I mean Elrond and Elros just think they have been encouraged in cool athletic hobbies #and Maedhros and Maglor do actually get them proper treatment #but the point is for Earendil and Elwing to there's abuse #while Maedhros and Maglor can still show the boys off as safe and happy to anyone close to them

[lordgrimwing]

First Meetings #06

[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]

“Come on,” Maedhros whispered, guiding his brother by one hand.

Maglor, with his other hand covering his eyes, set his bare feet down carefully on the floorboards. They needed to be as quiet as possible to avoid waking their parents or one of their nosy little brothers. “I’d be faster if you let me see,” He hissed back.

“Nope, just wait.”

Blindly, he followed the tug on his hand through the living room, kitchen, and—after a brief pause at the door—outside. He felt gritty dust under his toes as they walked along a well-worn path.

“Are you taking me to the barn?” He guessed.

“Shhhh,” Maedhros hushed. “It’s a surprise.”

“Okay,” Maglor laughed. They didn’t need to worry about waking anyone now.

After a bit more walking, they stopped. Maedhros dropped his hand. “Wait here.”

He did and moments later heard the familiar sound of one of the barn doors groaning open. Why would they need to go to the barn in the middle of the night?

“Alright, come on.” Maedhros took his hand again and pulled him forward. 

The barn smelled of dust and hay and animals, as it always did. A goat bleated somewhere as they walked between the stalls. Were they going where he thought they were? Surely, it was too soon for that.

“Let me peek,” He pleaded.

“Almost,” The older teen answered with a laugh. “Just a little farther.”

Maglor’s heart sped up with excitement. Could it be? He’d been waiting so long for this, nearly a year, ever since his father pointed at one of the mares they looked after for Uncle Fingolfin and said they’d keep her next foal.

Maedhros stopped, took his shoulders, turned him to face a stall, and pushed him forward until he was standing right in front of the half-door. At last, he wrapped his fingers around Maglor’s wrist and pulled his hand away from his eyes.

Maglor gasped.

A gray foal lay in a pile of fresh straw, illuminated by a lamp hanging in the aisle. Its long legs were folded inelegantly against a bony body in sleep, but to him, it was the most beautiful creature in the barn. The mare stood next to it, head hanging and already half-asleep but still watchful enough to cock an ear toward her visitors.

“Oh, Mae!” He exclaimed, turning around to hug him. “She’s perfect!”

Maedhros smiled, hugging him back. “Pa thought she was close to foaling, and I’ve been checking on her every chance I got so you won’t have to wait an hour longer than you had to.”

“Do you think the mare will mind if I go in with her?” 

“No, she’s been sweet all night.”

Maglor was too excited to undo the latch, so he scrambled over the door and dropped down into the thick straw bed. The horse lifted her head for a moment, interested, but quickly relaxed again. He settled next to the foal, not daring to wrap his arms around her as he wanted in case that was frightening. Instead, he laid his head next to hers so he could feel the soft puffs of air across his face as she slept peacefully. 

Maedhros rested his elbows on the stall door, grinning down at his brother.

#this family is so silly about their horses you have no idea #(mainly because i haven't written anything about it) #but they love their horsies #getting your own horse is a big deal #maglor is so happy rn #so is maedhors #maglor #maedhros #maedhrosmaglorweek #day 5: new horizons #the silmarillion #old gods au #grimwing writes